Showing posts with label labor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label labor. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

THE Story

Gory details may or may not be included.  Really, I blog for me....so if you don't want to read it, feel free not to!  :)

Despite many prayers and old wives' tactics, we could not get the baby to come before our induction date. So, on the morning of October 12, we headed to Ogden Regional Hospital for our 9am appointment.

I checked in alone, since Robbie was dropping Daxson off to his super-generous sister and parents, who were so willing to take care of him for us, despite SO many other things going on.  I was taken to my hospital room and given LOADS of paperwork (holy shnikeys....it's unreal!) to fill out while I was "prepped" for the induction.  I had still hoped to be induced without the help of Pitocin (not a huge fan, myself), but the fetal monitor, while showing the consistent contractions I had been having for three weeks,  failed to show that the contractions were doing very little to bring the baby quickly.

My original plan was to have my midwife come and break my water first, and see what my body did to react to it, and go from there.  Unfortunately, my rockstar midwife (seriously....she's amazing) not only had me in "labor", but two other women at a neighboring hospital in labor on top of her regular daily workload at the clinic.  Plus she was on call for basically the entire clinic.  I said a silent prayer that she would make it to deliver my baby, and I was told she would be over "shortly".

At this point, I was at 3 cm dilated and still 80% effaced.  My nurse, Renee, began to hook me up to the Pitocin (I consented in order to get things started while I sat there waiting and alone).

Robbie eventually showed up a bit later, and Machel (my midwife) came shortly afterward and broke my water.  She said she would be back when I was at about 8 cm, and headed off to her other clients.

Before she left, I asked her (like normal) whether she had gotten any sleep the night before.  Normally, she answered, "Nope.  It's October!  I delivered three babies last night." or something similar.  However, this time, she cheerfully said, "Actually, I got about five hours of sleep last night, which is much more than normal!"  Crazy lady....she's in high demand!!

After Machel left, I was still hooked up to the Pitocin, and we decided to stay on it until labor became more intense, so I rolled onto my side and started working on my hypnosis.

A while later, I opened my eyes and asked Robbie if we could call in Renee to turn off the Pit since labor was getting pretty strong and I wanted to see if it would continue without the IV.  He looked at me, shocked, and said, "She came in and turned it off about half an hour ago!"

"You mean the Pitocin is off?"

"Yup."

"So...we're actually in 'labor' and my body is doing this on its own?"

"Yup."

"Cool!"

I was pretty excited about that since Dax's birth was so different, and every time they had turned off the Pitocin with him, labor stopped or stalled significantly.  I was on the Pit with him until he was born.  But with Addie, I had hope!

I settled back into hypnosis, and my parents and doula/sister (whom I'd highly recommend if anyone is interested) showed up shortly afterward.

By this point, I was about at a 5.5 or so, and it was early afternoon.  I had serious doubts about how long it would take for the baby to be born since Dax's labor was so ridiculous, but continued to be hopeful that she would come, and fairly quickly.  Contractions at this point were super-easy still, and I began to resign myself to the fact that it would be another 12 hour-or-so labor.

Renee came in around 2 or 2:30 and (mostly serious) said,"I did all the paperwork, so I'd like to be here for the delivery, and I get off at 5.  See what you can do."

I had really wanted her to be there as well.  She was an amazing nurse, and actually had been my nurse with Dax until her shift ended, and I ended up having another nurse whom I didn't really enjoy for the last few hours of Dax's labor and delivery.  I hopes that it would happen, but I was quite doubtful.

I must have looked slightly nervous about the prospect of more Pitocin (thinking that was what Renee was implying), because Talya was quick to keep me calm, told me that I didn't have to go back on the IV, and reminded me of ways to get actual oxytocin going in my body so that Pitocin wasn't necessary.  Gratefully, I took her advice.

I wanted to get in the tub.  Water sounded heavenly.  So, after about 15 minutes of fetal monitoring, I was able to climb in the tub and relax and work on getting that oxytocin going through my blood.

It was almost immediate when I got into the water, the contractions kicked into high gear.  I was so grateful for all my practice and hypnosis training, because everything was still fine.  I was in control of my body, and though I felt intense pressure, I felt very little discomfort.

Addie (like Dax had been) was positioned posterior at this point.  This meant that labor is usually slower and more uncomfortable because the baby's head is "backward" and doesn't as smoothly pass through the birth canal, etc.  I hadn't felt any back labor until this point, but now it came with a vengeance.  When I got out of the tub, Renee checked my cervix (now at a 6), and I opted to labor on the birthing ball.  Talya and Robbie took turns working on giving themselves carpal tunnel by applying counter-pressure to my back, while I attempted to visualize her turning, and stay in hypnosis.

Robbie thought then would be a good time to take a break and grab a Snickers.  He later said that it was nearly the most costly Snickers of his lifetime.

While at the vending machine, he called his mom to check on Dax and give her an update.  He told her I was at a 6, so it probably would be a few more hours until we had a baby.  He hung up and slowly worked his way back to the room.

My dad called him while he was in the elevator to tell him to hurry back, but he didn't answer since he was only a minute or so away from the room.

While he was gone, Renee suggested we change positions to try to turn the baby.  I got back onto the bed and laid in the way she told me.  Instant relief.  It was amazing how different it felt, and how much less back pressure I felt.  I was deeply in hypnosis at this point, and was quite surprised when I felt an urge to push.  I thought, that doesn't happen until the very end!  I didn't know what to do with my new information, so I tried to stay relaxed while Renee checked me and announced I was at an 8.  I couldn't believe I had gone from a 6 to an 8 so quickly.

I heard Renee call Machel and calmly tell her that I was at an 8 and that I was feeling the urge to push.  Her voice seemed to become more serious when she ended the conversation with, "We need you over here right now."

It seemed like only a minute or two, and honestly, I think it was only a couple of contractions before Machel showed up.  I couldn't believe she was here, since only about 30 minutes prior, I was steeling myself for a long evening of labor.  She washed and gloved up and headed over to me.

I could feel that Addie was still posterior and her little head didn't seem to be in any position to come out, despite the huge impulses to push, so I was surprised when Machel had Talya, Robbie (he was back by this point), and Renee help to turn me onto my back for delivery of the baby girl.  Once I was turned over, Machel said calmly, "Ok, friend, we're ready for you to push."

"I'm only at an 8!!" I thought in my head, but Machel sure seemed to think the baby was ready.  I pushed with all my might, but felt sharp pain down below.  Machel informed me that she was going to cut an episiotomy since she was fairly certain I would completely tear otherwise, and I said, "Fine.  Go ahead!"

A couple of snips, another push or two, and little Adelyn flipped to the correct position and was born!

It is the most incredible feeling in the world to give birth to a little angel.  I remember exclaiming, "That feels SO good!  THIS is why I do natural!"

They placed the goopy baby on my chest and I completely fell in love.  Her warm little naked body was the most amazing thing to me right then.  I couldn't believe she was there, and that it was all over.

I looked at the clock and realized it was only 4:23, and turned to Renee and said, "Did I do ok on time!?" Really, I was so grateful to have been able to deliver before she had left.  She was so wonderful, and such a great nurse.  I was blessed to have her there.

Robbie had planned to receive her like he had with Dax, but the actual delivery had gone so quickly, there was no time for him to glove up and do it.  However, he did cut the cord.  When he held her for the first time, I am pretty sure he fell in love.


I mean, wouldn't you???

Sunday, October 17, 2010

The Best of the Best

 Robbie is the best. Serious.

Also my sister/doula, Talya.  She pretty much rocks.

My dad worked hard all day.

Light-touch massage is heavenly.

Fresh goopy baby is the best feeling in the world.

Baby Adelyn being de-gooped.

8 lbs. 1 oz.

Also the best?  My midwife, Machel Knowles, and my ridiculously rockin' nurse, Renee.

Better than the best?
This.
'Nuff said.



PaMa and PaPa kisses.



PaPa is a total sucker for his grandbabies.

Grandma Allred is too.

 Dax seeing baby Addie for the first time.

 He LOVES her!

 Not kidding.  He wouldn't stop giving her loves.  He still does this.

Eventually, he got bored and played "Wosie"
(Ring Around the Rosie) by himself for a while.

 Our little exhausted family.  Don't worry, I really looked that rad.  Not even scared.

 I love this shot.

Addie's first bath.  Apparently, parents aren't allowed to help anymore.
So this is us, taking pictures through the thick glass.

 We're diggin' the blonde.

The view I had all day.  It pretty much ruled.

Daddy can't get enough of her, either.

Addie all ready to go home the next afternoon.

Here we are....a family of FOUR!!!

Birth story to come....but some people (ahem....Erica) were getting impatient for pictures.  :)

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Unexpected Blessings








The past few weeks have gone differently than I had hoped or expected.  Originally, I had planned to come up to Salt Lake to stay only about 2 weeks before the baby was due.  Mostly, because I didn't think she'd come all that early, and also because I knew I'd go stir crazy away from home/hubby/friends/things that need to get done.

September 24, I woke up from a nap having consistent contractions.  Between 10-15 minutes apart, consistent.  Don't get me wrong, these were not super-intense contractions, but Robbie and I had been praying for weeks that we would know in enough time and be able to make it to Salt Lake in time for the baby.  We both felt that this might be the warning we had been praying for.

Seven or eight hours later we were at my parents' house in Sandy, and the contractions slowed to between 20-30 minutes apart so that I could sleep.  When I woke the next morning, and pretty much ever since, the contractions have been still going...and going.......and going........and going............with little to no change.

The next Monday at my appointment, I was devastated to hear that literally nothing had changed.  Robbie had to go back to work, the baby was showing no sign of coming, and I was moved up a week and a half earlier than I had wanted or planned.  With still no baby.  Or husband.

That week (week 37 of the pregnancy), both Dax and I had a rough week.  Dax woke up during the night and far too early in the morning...to say nothing of his horrible naps.  I couldn't sleep at night, was missing my husband, and desperately wanting this baby to come to make it all end.  We were both losing it.

The next week, at our appointment (week 38), we were only a 2+ and still 80%.  Barely any progress, but somehow I was at peace.  I felt good, and things were somehow more easy to manage.  Dax still has daily tantrums, but he is SO lovey otherwise.  For instance, tonight, we watched Toy Story together on the couch, and he gave me countless kisses out of nowhere, and kept snuggling up to me and the belly, smiling all the time.  He gives me "loves" (hugs) and slobbery kisses without me asking for them, and is always holding my hand.  Even a week ago, all these things were QUITE rare.

I think he senses that something is up.  I know he misses his daddy like crazy (I've become the replacement parental jungle gym, he's always asking, "Where Dad-dy go?" and talking about daddy in every picture he sees, among other things).  But relatively speaking, he's been such a good little boy, I couldn't ask for anything better to keep me sane right now.

The other night, driving home, Dax kept pointing out every chapel he could see and saying, "Dempo!  Dempo!"  I tried a few times to correct him by saying, "Sweetie, that's a church."  To which he would respond, "Dempo!  Dempo!"  I could see it was going to be difficult to change his mind, so I went with it, and asked, "Daxson, would you like to sing a song about temples?"

"Beas?"

My heart melted and I began to sing "I Love to See the Temple".  When I finished, he immediately said, "Dempo.  Seene."

"Dax, would you like me to sing the temple song again?"

"Beas?"

So....I sang it again.  Over and over again, until we reached PaMa and PaPa's house.  It was the sweetest moment....and my heart melts a little more every time we get in the car and he asks me to sing to him again.  I love that he is so enamored by temples.  I love his sweet little spirit.  He's my little angel.....tantrums and all.

In addition to the blessings of feeling more at peace and Dax being so sweet, another huge tender mercy came at our last appointment as well.  I have been stressing majorly about Robbie.  He's been working so hard to finish his current class (it ends next week) on top of working 50-70 hours per week and he's living 4 hours away from me and Dax and 5 hours from the hospital we plan to deliver at.

I am certain labor will be long enough that we can get him to the hospital in time, but if I happen to go in to labor in the afternoon/evening/night, I seriously worry about Robbie being too tired to drive.  This stress mixed with my great desire not to be induced do not mesh very well, unfortunately.  I have been going back and forth and back and forth about what would be best for our situation.  At our appointment, we went ahead and scheduled an induction for Tuesday morning, October 12.  Up until that moment, I was stressed out beyond belief as to what I was going to do, but I felt suddenly so at peace with it.  After all, my babies need a daddy, not a victim in a car accident somewhere on Highway 6.

I know that these things may seem so small to many of you, but to me.....it's proof that Heavenly Father knows me and loves me.

I'm still praying like crazy that Adelyn will choose to join us without the help of pitocin, but if not....I know that everything will turn out ok.  I've done this before, and I have the best midwife, doula, and support system anyone could ever have.  I am so grateful for it all.  But mostly, I'm grateful for the peace I feel.

I guess the fact that I get to see my husband again in T minus 33 hours or so helps a bit too.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

An Update for Those of You Who Like Updates

This picture is old-ish.  It was taken at the end of July, at about 34 weeks or so.

Saturday was....special.  Why, you ask?  It was special because it drove me crazy.

Saturday morning, I woke up and was having regular contractions about every 5-7 minutes for almost 2 hours.  They quieted down a bit, and we went about our day.  We headed down to Ogden to meet up with Talya and Ryan so we could go to our Business Development Seminar in Salt Lake, and the contractions were still happening, but they were honestly pretty wuss.  

We were seated at the seminar at about 5pm, at which time the contractions picked up and became pretty regular and were increasing in strength.  By the time we got back to Talya's at about 10pm, they were still happening about every 3-5 minutes and had still been getting a bit stronger.  Since they had been going on this long, we opted to spend the night there and see what happened (they are about 15 minutes from the hospital we will be delivering in, as opposed to Logan's 55 minute commute).  A bit before 3am, I felt like we needed to head to the hospital, so Robbie, Talya, and I all climbed in the 4Runner and headed to Ogden Regional.  

Once there and registered, they hooked me up to the electronic fetal monitor and checked me.  I hadn't dilated much, if any, and was still about the same effacement. Contractions had slowed to every 7 minutes on the monitor, and after about 25 minutes, stopped completely.  I'm pretty sure I wasn't imagining the 10 prior hours worth of contractions.  It was pretty frustrating.  

Robbie and I went and walked around a bit and came and hooked back up to the machine.  Still nothing.  We decided that if our stubborn son was going to mess with us like this, we'd leave the hospital now and at least get some sleep, so Talya went and told the nurse that nothing was progressing, and that we'd like to go.  

It took the nurse almost an hour to get into us (they had shift change at the time we wanted to leave), and about 15-20 minutes before she did, the contractions started again, but still only every 7 minutes.  I swear, he just likes to mess with us!

We were discharged, and not much has changed since.  Like I've been telling myself all along:  He'll come when he's ready.